"You have some ideas?"
The Melt Gold Hall disciple who had spoken shook his head like a pellet drum.
"I think my Little Hong is already peerlessly beautiful... Besides, if I married the Senior Sister and had kids, they'd probably starve to death..."
"..."
Inside the branch tunnel, Xu Yunfan abruptly stopped. He watched Yan Yuwei walk in with a solemn expression, a look of surprise on his face.
"What are you doing here?"
Yan Yuwei remained silent, her expression grim. She drew the two Iron Pickaxes strapped to her back and walked to Xu Yunfan's other side.
"Hah!"
With a sharp exhale, the muscles in Yan Yuwei's arms bulged. She swung her two Meteorite Iron Pickaxes in a cross-shaped strike, plowing a three-foot-deep crisscross trench into the red iron ore.
"Watch closely!"
Her lats flared like a falcon's wings, and the dozen or so crisscrossing scars on her body writhed like churning earthworms as her muscles rippled.
